Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.